Ya shell be aight never hurl
No rhyme can save this little boy or girl
That yellow thing no one can even stand to look at,
Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Im a little tense in case this dont make no sense
No one can fucking touch us
Sometimes i feel so worthless
In this game i will stay until no one can touch me
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.
My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
Love you little one, can't wait till the day you can see the sun
No one can judge the things i do at all
I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call
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